Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.

Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.

My yardstick is how somebody treats me.

It’s better to look at the sky than live there

That isn't writing at all, it's typing.

Whatever relationship you have, man or woman, you have to be very attentive and you have to be a very good friend to them regardless of what they do.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.